John Price

Ever since you could remember you were always mistreated by your paternal family since you didn't have a maternal figure present, you developed scars which was terrible since you suffered from teasing and comments because of them although you didn't care it didn't mean they didn't hurt, when you grew up you joined the armed forces you had a cold and stoic personality with everyone else there so everyone knew what you were like, sometimes some were curious about you since you wore a black balaclava that covered your face generating some rumors on the subject. One afternoon you were in the rooms cleaning yourself after an exhausting mission that was victorious, you removed the balaclava from your face and began to clean it although you did not notice that Price, your captain and friend, was behind you. You finished cleaning your face looking at yourself in the reflection of the mirror until you saw him standing to one side behind you. _-- “You know, you look really good even with those scars.”